For Urmas, the dwarf bandit, such occurrences, although very disgusting, were something he had long grown accustomed to. After all, most bandits had some issues with their brains; it was not uncommon to find individuals with peculiar hobbies among them.

Many bandits, in fact, actively promoted homosexuality. This way, when they captured women, there would be fewer competitors for their affection, and they could enjoy them as much as they wanted. Otherwise, as always they would have to share their favorite woman with everyone no matter how reluctant they were, this is an ironclad rule among bandits. The cake would be cut and shared among all, but if someone doesn't want it, naturally, others get more.

After delivering a significant amount of mental trauma to Ash, he sat down on the ground a few feet away, never taking his eyes off him, all the while casually toying with his axe.

However, Ash, having heard the shocking information about the abundance of fierce and mentally ill gay men in the bandit camp, felt chills run down his spine. Though Ash being very self-aware had never considered himself particularly attractive by any angle, however when comparing himself to the dwarf bandit before him and the information he had about the bandits, Ash came to the shocking conclusion that he was undoubtedly many times more handsome than any of them.

While he had never delved into researching "super dark material" like homosexuality, fearing it might affect his mental health: a man's desire for lust is unpredictable, when he becomes hard no one knows. If he were to enter that bandit camp today, there would be nothing left to consider—he would be doomed.

"Calm down, Ash, calm down," Ash muttered to himself. No one can do anything to you unless you allow it. Even if the bandits of the entire world were to come after you, they couldn't catch you, let alone a few random individuals. You hold the power of time in your hands—how can you fear such a trivial thing? Hooo... I'm feeling better now. Okay, time to end this drama, but first, let's gather some information, He thought, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Ahem, the one and only Great Bandit King, Lord Urmas, I understand. I'll heed your kind advice. It's not like I have any other options, right? I might as well satisfy a beautiful woman for the rest of my life than get caught by some mentally retarded weirdos, right?"

Ash, while bootlicking Urman began to speak extremely politely, with a hint of helplessness and regret in his voice, as he attempted to flatter Urmas. Gritting his teeth, he stood up, grabbed a handful of dirt, and rubbed it on his face to appear like a serious and honest young man who can fooled by others easily.

"But before you take me away, could you please answer a simple question of mine? So I can at least have one less retreat in my life."

"Ah, why am I so kind?" Urmas sighed. "Go ahead, lad, but don't try to be too clever; it could cost you dearly. Whatever you want to ask, think carefully before you speak," He grumbled, stroking his beard.

"Yes, Great Lord Urmas, thank you for your kindness. This humble slave of yours wanted to know about a previous incident mentioned by you. You said your last prey was snatched away by an ugly monster. Is that prey by any chance a traveling peddler who was carrying goods to the Woodworth town?" Ash, wrapping the rope around his waist, asked politely.

Satisfied with Ash's adaptivity to the situation, or his ultra-max bootlicking ability, Urmas casually replied, "Yes, that guy was indeed traveling toward your town with goods. However, as it grew late, he decided to make camp a short distance from here and foolishly chose to rest for the night in the forest, that too without any kind of protection. Only that idiot knows what he was thinking when he decided to light up a fire in the forest. I mean, did he think he had nine lives? How could someone be so reckless? Doesn't he fear attracting monsters or goblins?"

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"I was strolling in the forest after dinner last night when I also was attracted by his campfire. Unfortunately, as I said, lighting a fire was a very stupid move. By the time I reached his location, he had already become someone else's prey. I only saw a dark, giant shadow of a humanoid creature walking away with that idiot and his goods. Damn it, just thinking about it make my blood boil."

"Sigh, only if that guy wasn't such a big idiot, maybe our fate would be different now. You would be drinking your mama's milk while I am banging some beautiful chick. I miss fortune, you understand what I mean, right?. There are only a handful of people who come to your deserted town. It is extremely difficult to make money here. On top of that, this entire area is surrounded by various goblin tribes. Every once in a while, we are attacked by those damn f*ckers, and fighting with them is not only a thankless task but the money we get from them is not even enough to cover our weapon maintenance costs.

"The reason why I am here is also related to that damn f*cker. I thought if I could find that monster's lair, maybe at least I could retrieve the goods, but alas, I can't find him. If I hadn't caught you today, I might have to go back empty-handed. By the way, why are you asking about that idiot peddler? Do you know him?" Urmas asked, raising his eyebrow suspiciously while staring at Ash.

"Of course not," Ash hurriedly replied while shaking his head. "I merely overheard the rumor and coincidentally heading toward the port city, so I thought I might as well try to

solve this mystery. But Lord Urmas, you said that the peddler got caught by the unknown monster last night, right? But according to what I know, he was supposed to come to the town many days ago. Why is there such a big time gap?" Ash, who noticed a key point that he missed at the start, asked confusedly. He suddenly felt like this peddler definitely aligned more with the line of an arrogant, useless young master of a rich family who wants to prove himself but digs out his own grave.

"Probably fooling around in the port city; there are many brothels, so it is very easy to get distracted. I am also not immune to this. Last time when I went there for urgent work, but till I returned, not only were my pockets as empty as your face, but also three days late. That day Boss scolded me a lot... Cough, so, I was saying that he probably got caught by some whore and lost the trace of time," Urmas said while adjusting his pants. Clearly, he remembered something pleasurable, which woke up his tiny brother.

Ash sighed deeply. "You're utterly worthless. What am I going to do with those pitiful amounts of information? I wasted so much time in vain, enduring this damn never-ending pain and your bunch of shits. Did your mother even teach you about a thing called hygiene? Tsk, if I had a son like you, I might have beaten him to death to teach him about cleanliness. Your mother might have thrown you out in the trash very early; otherwise, how can someone with a normal brain live with such a disgusting smell? Now I am feeling sorry for those hundred women who had sex with you. Their experiences with you surely won't be much less than visiting hell. Let's not talk about your smell; if not for the fact that they couldn't beat you, your tiny dick alone is enough to force them to beat you to death."

"Furthermore, you little dirty bastard," Ash continued, his voice low and menacing filled with hatred, "Next time if you want to copy someone else's style, at least first find someone with your height. Just because of scams like you, it becomes difficult for normal people like me to live peacefully. We couldn't even breathe properly. Just wait, I will come back with preparation and kick your balls so hard that you never ever dare to mention in front of anyone that you f*cked a hundred women with your tiny dick."

"F*ck! This is going to hurt like hell, but who cares, dying while looking cool is all that matters..."